| Song | The Eyes of a New York Woman |
| Artist | Insect Trust |
| Album | Hoboken Saturday Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ogden, Pynchon | |
| The eyes of a New York Woman | |
| Are the twilit side of the moon | |
| Nobody knows what goes on back there | |
| Where it's always late afternoon. | |
| Under the lights of Broadway, | |
| And far from the lights of home, | |
| With a smile just as sweet as a candy cane | |
| And a heart all plated with chrome. | |
| Do they ever see the wandering bums | |
| And the boys with no place to go, | |
| All the drifter yeah he cried for an ugly | |
| He left her in Buffalo | |
| Dead as the leaves in Union Square, | |
| And dead as the graveyard sea, | |
| The eyes of a New York woman | |
| Will never cry for me | |
| They'll never cry for me |
| zuo qu : Ogden, Pynchon | |
| The eyes of a New York Woman | |
| Are the twilit side of the moon | |
| Nobody knows what goes on back there | |
| Where it' s always late afternoon. | |
| Under the lights of Broadway, | |
| And far from the lights of home, | |
| With a smile just as sweet as a candy cane | |
| And a heart all plated with chrome. | |
| Do they ever see the wandering bums | |
| And the boys with no place to go, | |
| All the drifter yeah he cried for an ugly | |
| He left her in Buffalo | |
| Dead as the leaves in Union Square, | |
| And dead as the graveyard sea, | |
| The eyes of a New York woman | |
| Will never cry for me | |
| They' ll never cry for me |
| zuò qǔ : Ogden, Pynchon | |
| The eyes of a New York Woman | |
| Are the twilit side of the moon | |
| Nobody knows what goes on back there | |
| Where it' s always late afternoon. | |
| Under the lights of Broadway, | |
| And far from the lights of home, | |
| With a smile just as sweet as a candy cane | |
| And a heart all plated with chrome. | |
| Do they ever see the wandering bums | |
| And the boys with no place to go, | |
| All the drifter yeah he cried for an ugly | |
| He left her in Buffalo | |
| Dead as the leaves in Union Square, | |
| And dead as the graveyard sea, | |
| The eyes of a New York woman | |
| Will never cry for me | |
| They' ll never cry for me |